"In the quivering orange light there stood faintly fourth a scene of such stony awe that I gasped from sheer wonder that conquered even fear and repulsion. Bases of columns whose middles were higher that human sight...mere bases of things that must each dwarf the Eiffel Tower to insignificance...hieroglyphics carved by unthinkable hands in caverns where daylight can be only a remote legend... I would not look at the marching things. That I desperatly resolved as I heard their creaking joints and nitrous wheezing above the dead music and their dead tramping. It was merciful that they did not speak...but God! Their crazy torches began to cast shadows on the surface of those stupendous columns. Heaven take it away! Hippopotami should not have human hands and carry torches... men should not have the heads of crocodiles...!"